After watching the phone-call with concern, Lisa pauses, then grits her teeth. "Oh son of a bitch.." She lunges for her bag. "Please be intact... fuck me running for not transcribing it y-- good."
She pulls out her notebook that she'd brought with her and Pauline, handing it to Julian. "Everything I've researched so far. We interviewed, above-ground, only people I know and moderately trust. I couldn't get names from the Morlocks I spoke to. It takes weeks just to get them close enough to accept foodstuffs. I doubt they're talking to Strauss' Stormtroopers or MGH dealers or producers."
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